Thursday, November 13, 2008
Excerpt from Halcyon Days, chapter 43
The katana spun on its tsuba, flashing as the light travelled the length of polished steel blade and back again. The brass kashira described a circle, indicating the sword was marginally tsuka-heavy.
“Which is the more pressing need?” asked Azazel form his seat at the edge of the dojo. “The desire for vengeance or the desire for justice?”
Her sister just smiled, the sword peripheral to her desire to take Lucy’s place, to feel the heat of the sun and watch the charred black skin peel away to pink.
The katana slowed, the blade facing Lucy. Her sister reached for it.